[My stats keep telling me how many visits there are to this blog and which pages are being seen. but surprisingly, all such visits yield no comments.so dear visitors, if you do like some or any one of the posts, feel free to write a comment.as bloggers, your response is all we hope for. thanks :)
Trapped in the hall
Of mirrors, I strive
To shatter and scatter
With swords I've forged
In tunnels in the dark.
Shingles now pierce
And jab to the bones
As I wrestle with beasts
And crawl to the gates.
What light, what flight -
Beyond these molten caves?
Choked with smoke I hear
Warbling waves on shore.
8 comments:
I simply LOVED the notice hung on top! Original and Wonderful! :)
I had a lot to say actually, but i remained quiet.
1. why cant u post any bengali poems in english fonts here?
2. the old abin chakraborty is back, the pre-love stage. this poem is sad as it used to be earlier,the 2008 ones
3. i will comment more, hang on, just saw mumbai blasts. i wil b back
my bengali poems are quite infrequent now.lets see if I can find a suitable one this blog.
I'l take the notice off after a few days.but apart from you and a couple of rare commentators, there are hardly any comments.I have a dozen followers but none cares to comment.
hence the note.
I need to find new gears.for poetry no mood seems okay for long.
yes i know that poetry requires new gears everytime. i just saw the change in mode,thats why i told u. i have noticed there are some words,some tones which precisely indicate the mood u r in,the lost feeling or the loved bliss,therefore the comment. dont mind. i knw u through ur poems,i can feel u at certain areas and perhaps see those layers of u. anyways,that dsnt matter. i have shared a lot of me,u shared only ur poems :) nt evn in my page do u write anythng abt ur personal take or abt u or anythn :) well,im quite curious now abt ur bengali poems. wud love to see some.
i dont mind it at all. u r right about the two moods.thats what i am trying.to move beyond that.to new modes of feeling, new ways of looking perhaps.but then again we all have our preoccupations and perspectives from which we dont wanna/cant shift.
i didnt realise u r a bengali.so are all my other readers.lets see.may be i can bring some bengali poems in the future.
i did make a comment on ur last soapy entry.but then it was gone the next day.i guess i didnt finally press 'send'.keep writing and i'll keep responding.
I'm so low today.I feel so alone today, two of my well-liked people given me the lovely 'daagaa' today, sniff sob :(
sorry to hear that.most unkindest cuts of all?after all, those who are closest are the ones who hurt us most.I only hope my poems and those songs u have uploaded offer some solace.
yeah i guess we have to live life with disillusionments.the closest ones have the power to hurt us really,as we are so vulnerable to them.i took a day off today,slept like a log and am ready to move on now.and as for the unkindest cut,i call that circumcision :) :P hehe. God I'm incurable! I uploaded my favourite song, 'jeebon purer pothik' -- tell me what u think of that song
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